This Rusted Bed of Nails

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I'm feeling judged still by what jury's found cold; in the courts of February Tried to hide 'til July; warm feelings are just not meant to be temporary I count my curses on one hand and my blessings on the other Whichever fills up first; the latter will assuredly smother The shadows always seem to know that light exposes the darkest holes You can't get over it or crawl out from under it; within me no angel controls But I'm willing to watch over you mimicking their heavenly roles With its gift, I provocatively compose about the most wishful goals Laying on this rusted bed of nails; made with the hammer of trite In love, if there wasn't profound real pain, would it ever feel quite right?

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Paige Hind

Date: 7/29/2024 9:04:00 PM

You could be a psychologist, A.S. :) Thanks for explaining...I value your mind. <3 Take care

Anonomus Scorpio
Date: 7/30/2024 8:26:00 PM

Love and light are the pages that make all of life feel quite right..... <3 A.S.

Paige Hind

Date: 7/29/2024 5:04:00 PM

This is painful to read. I hope you realize how special you are, so special that you can even think this way.... hugs and light, <3

Anonomus Scorpio
Date: 7/29/2024 6:17:00 PM

<3 I assure you I am fine, But I feel this warrants some explaining given how far my pendulum has been swinging as of late with what I write. There is a term that you may be familiar with called "cuffing season" It's a slang term, referring to short-term relationships that put both parties in lockdown. The culmination of when those relationships typically start is valentine's day i.e. " The courts of february" The reference to july is the time that those relationships tend to end. The bed of nails being made by the hammer of trite, just a reference of how foolish The idea of a fast paced short term relationship really is. But how it also teaches us a lesson about the importance of finding and accepting genuine long term love.... ;) The rest of the poem is just my interpretation of the process. I appreciate your emotional caring always! Warmly A.S.